Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.